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‘It’s a pool party, Bea.’ Jordan rolled his eyes and grinned. ‘Get with it! The water’s great though. If I hadn’t spotted a little drunk girl getting herself in trouble, I’d still be in there.’ The drink seemed to have done her good- he could barely see a hint of the shy, reserved Bea that he normally hung out with. Though over the past week she had opened up a little, she still normally stumbled over her words and struggled sometimes to talk. It seemed all it took was a few drops of booze and she was the life of the party.
here, but away for the next week. Back on the sixth.
I think it's best to wait for him to return, it hasn't been too long. He was last on a day ago.
Hey, can I jump in with a reservation for God of Earth? cheers







A flash of something bushy-haired and suspiciously Bea-like took Jordan’s attention away from the small group that had formed. He tried not to make it obvious he had been distracted but his eyes still followed Bea as she made her way into the thick of the dancers, simultaneously slightly off balance from drink yet still moving rhythmically, swaying to the erotic beat of the drums and smooth flow of the verse. A brief flash of almost jealousy lit his mind up as he saw her grinding her hips against another guy, but it dissipated as Bea pushed him away and made her way further into the crowd. Perhaps disappointed in his dancing skills, which seemed to amount to swaying his shoulders and waving his arms without rhyme or reason.

The group had almost become one, a single hive mind lit sporadically by flashing lights that illuminated the flying drops of pool water and sweat. The teenagers were all united in the common cause of worshipping the music and alcohol that brought them together. All united under the promise of having a good time, and the want to fulfill it. Perhaps Bea had another dance partner already, working against him somewhere in the tight mass of people. But in the cold night time air, Jordan found himself not really caring. What he wanted that night was to get a little closer to the whirling enigma that was Beatrice Endive. Something in the way she danced made him want to find out more about the shorter girl.

He took his eyes off the crowd to alight them upon his companions. While he had been interested initially in a conversation, perhaps making some friends, Bea was a more important manner. The only thing left was to get out of there without treading on their feelings. God knew, the last thing he wanted was a Marisol repeat, and he internally cursed himself for managing to throw away two cute girls in the space of less than ten minutes.

‘Hey, I’m sorry to ditch you guys like this but I need a dip. I’m roasting here,’ he said, gesturing with his cup over to the pool which was almost as full of bodies as the dance floor. He sensed Ariel wouldn’t be too happy with the truth- that she had slid slightly down his list of priorities right now, so he grappled for an excuse to leave them. ‘Here, tell you what..’ he said, grabbing a fancy napkin from the table before hunting down and securing a pen. ‘Call me. Or I’ll call you, whatever.’ He made a phone gesture with his hand against his ear and gave the napkin to Ariel. A parting gift that hopefully would negate any pissed-offness she would feel about his gapping. And if he didn’t find Bea, or something bad happened between them tonight.. it always helped to have a backup option. Not that she would enjoy being called that. ‘I’ll catch you round at school or something Kavan. Later guys.’

With an easing smile he left them, turning away from the drinks and towards the pool. For the sake of the ruse, he slid himself into the water, shivering slightly at its touch but welcoming the change from the humid Florida air. He slid between tightly packed bodies, almost stepping on a couple who were making out in the shallow end before splashing out of the water into where the dance floor stranded perilously close to the edge. Trying his best to mix in with the others, he once again found himself trying to pry his way through the cramped, grinding mass. He snarled at one boy who trod a little too close on his toes. ‘Watch it, man.’ Jordan was soon glad for his brief dip in the pool as the close quarters body heat was suffocating, even with his head firmly above most of the others. Hopefully Ariel and Kavan weren’t looking to the dance floor to see his distinctive almond hair.

And then there she was. Dregs of tequila in her hand and what looked like a raspberry candy stick poking from the top of her swimsuit, Beatrice was dancing. Seemingly lost in the bliss of alcohol haze and the roaring sound of the music, her eyes were half closed in almost ecstacy. And best of all, she was alone. He was almost sorry to break the moment for her.

‘Bea! Your dancing’s wilder than usual tonight.’ He had to practically talk straight into her ear to have any chance of the girl hearing him over the thumping bass. Hopefully she was drunk enough that his close proximity wouldn’t set her off. Remembering the impromptu dance lessons she had inflicted on him over the past week, Jordan tried his best to move his body in time with the music, attempting to copy the shorter girl’s moves. ‘What’s with this?’ he said with a laugh, snagging the twizzler from her swimsuit strap and taking a bite out of the end.
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“Don’t worry about making people mad. We’re just a bunch of angsty teens anyway. Fist fights happen around here more often than not.” Well, that was a little reassuring at least. Hopefully Marisol had already forgotten his spurning of her- wherever she was. Though it was a little concerning that fights were apparently so common. While Jordan was no slouch, big and strong from rugby, he didn’t have a ton of fighting experience and wouldn’t want to tangle with some of the massive dudes he’d seen. Ariel still seemed to be mulling over his question about Marisol.

“As for me and Marisol.. There’s some history. We used to be friends, now we’re not. Another one of my long stories.”

‘You should be writing a book with the amount of long stories you have,’ he said with a wry smile. ‘So, there’s still a bit of a grudge there I guess. Should I be keeping you two apart to stop a catfight?’ Jordan curled his fingers like a cat’s paw and meowed before laughing. ‘And does Marisol have a tendency to do that?’ he said, gesturing once again at the unfortunate victim.

"So glad that I decided to come tonight. Wouldn't want to miss out on any of the usual drama.” The comment made him laugh, coming from the the Indian guy who’d arrived late to the Fellowship of the Drinks Table. "Oh, and by the way... welcome to King's." Everyone here was so welcoming.. Whether he was being sarcastic or not, Jordan couldn’t tell.

‘Cheers dude. I’m Jordan by the way- didn’t catch your name.’ He sloshed the last of his punch around his cup and held it out for a cheers. ‘Are you a misfit?’ he asked, slightly curious. Marisol hadn’t included him in her introduction, but Jordan didn’t think the Indian has been present then.
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